rails and the noises of the people Mr, Munn heard wimc man,
far back toward the other end of the coach, aborning, \\r
gonna do it! We gonna do it!" Over and over again, like a
Then the brakes jammed on hard again, and, as he again
braced himself to receive the impact, Mr. Munn felt a momen-
tary irritation and disgust with that dead, hot weight of fled*
which would plunge against him and prcsa him. with flic
shouting and talking, with the smell of sweat ami whisky,
and with the heat of the day and of the crowded Inxlic*. A
crowd, he thought, and no better than any other crm%*l, !
ought to be out home, he thought, regretting that he lud
The tall man in front again turned his head, *.iyi«j», a*
though in sadness, " He went and done hit agin*'*
" Yes, he did," Mr, Munn replied,
"He oughtn't to do hit," the man was saying, "That-*!*?
jousten and jolten lak that don't do folks's mnardft »** good."
"No," Mr. Munn said.
"I said that feller wasn't fitten to run IK* train/* the man
asserted, " and he ain't fitten."
" No," Mr. Munn said.
The train had stopped.
The pressure behind now was not the dead weight of bcxlic*
flung forward by the abrupt slowing of the train, by11 prcnnre
generated by the wills of all those people behind him,
who wanted to move down the aisle and get off the train and
get into the streets of Bardsville, where more people, only Cod
knew how many, would be today. And as the movement of
the crowd pushed him toward the dogr, Mr, Mumt
resented that pressure that was human became if was trunk
by human beings, but was inhuman, too* because you could
not isolate and blame any one of those human betnp who
made it. Anyway, he was glad May hadn't mrne imo ill
tjua, and fleetingly thought of her as he had seen her tat (hat
Corning, in a white dress, standing on the porch at the
e^d of the row of sugar maples, and waving to Mm m lit m